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Chikage, age 19, walks into the lobby through the front door, tossing up a blood stained sake cup into the air and catching it again. It was a forgery, so it didn't matter if it broke.
She stopped when she was three steps in though, looking around.
"...this isn't my house."
She stopped when she was three steps in though, looking around.
"...this isn't my house."